Below the stage, Yin Chengzhuang's face was full of embarrassment, with several members of the Yin Family beside him, all sporting palm prints of the same size and shape on their faces.
"Chen Yu, how dare you humiliate my Yin Family like this!"
Yin Chengzhuang's complexion was grim, his voice low and hoarse.
Chen Yu's move was too ruthless; he had fiercely slapped the face of the Yin Family.
And from beginning to end, Chen Yu hadn't shown much of his skills, leaving Yin Chengzhuang without a clue.
But now Chen Yu had singled him out, how could he not step up? Otherwise, he would be letting Chen Yu trample the face of the Yin Family underfoot.
"Where is the humiliation in this? I saw that the disciples of the Yin Family were all too weak, so I kindly pointed it out, hoping they would practice diligently and become talented someday."
Chen Yu said with a crooked smile.
"Hehe, you're right, you're the champion of the last Great Competition, they naturally can't compare with you."
